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A critical moment.
Zhang Yang gradually became aware of his fading consciousness. At that moment, a yellow figure suddenly appeared in his mind. The figure's posture was strange, with its hands moving in opposite directions, tracing circles, then extending outward in all directions, and soon spreading into eight directions.
Water and fire share the same origin; this was the spiritual power derived from Zhang Yang after merging with the Yellow Level.
One generates two forms, two forms generate four images, four images generate eight trigrams, and eight trigrams give rise to infinity.
The Bagua Infinite Formation resonated with the Yellow Level!
The figure danced faster and faster, continuously absorbing the pressure within the formation. Although the pressure seemed unending, the yellow figure absorbed more and more, faster and faster, ultimately surpassing the speed at which the pressure was generated.
The eight coins embedded in the ground began to shake, causing even the Mountain Body to tremble slightly.
Toothless naturally felt this tremor as his body also began to shake slightly.
"Soul Refining Master!" Toothless suddenly shouted as if enlightened!
The Soul Refining Master does not belong to the Dao Gate but originally derived from it. It can absorb living souls into its body without undergoing any changes itself. The absorbed souls continuously cultivate, while the original soul absorbs the spiritual power generated by the cultivation of the absorbed souls. When the absorbed souls reach their ultimate state of cultivation, all their spiritual power is absorbed, leading to their demise. Meanwhile, the Soul Refining Master absorbs this spiritual power and experiences rapid advancement in its own cultivation.
The Soul Refining Master may seem to benefit effortlessly, but it is fraught with danger; the soul refining technique has long been lost. The last Soul Refining Master known to Toothless was Xuan Zhenzi of the Tang Dynasty. However, Xuan Zhenzi did not reach the realm of first absorbing living souls for cultivation; instead, he used magical tools to collect souls. Within these tools, souls could either cultivate or dissipate. Even if a soul within a magical tool reached a supreme state of cultivation, it could not simply be collected at will; it was easy for the original soul to scatter, turning its body into a vessel for cultivating other souls.
Whether Xuan Zhenzi ever absorbed cultivated souls remains unknown, but no Soul Refining Masters have appeared since then.
At this moment, within Zhang Yang's body, there was clearly a powerful soul operating that absorbed the pressure. This led Toothless to exclaim "Soul Refining Master."
Toothless had no idea that within the Soul Requiem Blade, this Strange Soul had actually cultivated for a thousand years. Even an average person cultivating for a thousand years would yield unpredictable results; how much more so for a powerful soul of a bygone era within Xuan Zhenzi's treasured Soul-Subduing Blade!
The fusion of Strange Soul and Zhang Yang was purely a tremendous stroke of luck. Toothless calculated roughly but could not discern the details. However, what he witnessed before him filled him with an unprecedented fear.
If it truly were a Soul Refining Master, its soul would absorb countless essences; upon demise, its soul would neither enter void nor descend into hell nor reincarnate—like a ghost in the human realm that even other spirits would fear to approach.
Zhang Yang was certainly not a Soul Refining Master; none of this was within his control.
The sound of "whoosh" pierced the air as eight coins shot straight up into the sky, disappearing in an instant.
Outside, Zhang Yang felt no pressure, but the power within him surged. His breath flowed, and his body began to lift off the ground, floating left and right in the air.
The figure dancing in his mind slowed down, and the direction of his hands gradually changed from eight directions to four, finally becoming a reverse motion where both hands moved in opposite directions, tracing a circle. The movements grew faster and faster, and the color of the yellow figure changed, flickering between yellow and green, unpredictable. It seemed as if the figure wanted to bring its palms together but lacked the strength to do so.
At this moment, the yellow blade on Zhang Yang's forehead also showed signs of turning green, but it too was unstable, flickering between yellow and green.
The figure's movements became increasingly difficult. Ultimately, it seemed to exert all its strength to bring its palms together, but it encountered tremendous resistance. Instead of coming together, the palms shot upwards, and Zhang Yang, suspended in mid-air, was propelled by this force, suddenly flying diagonally toward a steep cliff!
Toothless stood frozen in place, cold sweat pouring down.
After a moment, a "splash" echoed from below the cliff!
Toothless seemed to come to his senses and walked to the edge of the steep cliff. Drawing on years of cultivation, he extended his vision and vaguely saw that the bottom appeared to shimmer with a deep blue light like a lake.
That "splash" indicated that Zhang Yang had fallen into the lake.
Toothless wiped his face covered in cold sweat. He could no longer concern himself with Zhang Yang and hurriedly descended the mountain...
Zhang Yang felt himself plunge into the icy lake water. Fortunately, the temperature at the bottom of the cliff was slightly higher; the water had not frozen.
Upon entering the lake, he sank rapidly. The surging breath within him was surrounded by the lake water; with both forces opposing each other, Zhang Yang felt somewhat more comfortable. His limbs gradually regained their freedom of movement, and the figure in his mind slowly faded away. The turbulent breath within him temporarily calmed down.
Zhang Yang's swimming skills were honed by years spent by the sea; he quickly moved his limbs and swam upward.
Breaking through the surface of the water and climbing onto the shore, he dragged his wet clothes behind him and finally felt a bone-chilling cold.
He surveyed his surroundings and discovered that beneath the cliff lay a lake connected to a small patch of land along its edge. To leave this place, he would either have to climb up the cliff or swim across the lake.
Zhang Yang took out his belongings. His phone had been damaged by water and was unusable. His wallet and cigarettes were also soaked; the only usable item was his lighter.
Zhang Yang gathered some dry grass and twigs, set them on fire, and while standing by the fire, he took off his coat to warm himself, leaning closer to the flames to dry his clothes.
"Damn it, running into such a scruffy old Taoist!" Zhang Yang cursed as he looked around and noticed a stone of moderate size nearby, perfect for sitting on. He approached it, intending to move it closer to the fire.
As he lifted the stone, a small mushroom suddenly appeared before Zhang Yang.
It was a Ganoderma. The cap was about ten centimeters in diameter, thick and robust, with a stout stem. It was a purplish-red color, shining with a lacquer-like sheen.
Purple Ganoderma.
Ganoderma is generally classified into six types based on color, all of which are non-toxic. Purple Ganoderma has a sweet and warm taste and grows in valleys. Zhang Yang had some knowledge about medicinal plants; he knew that Ganoderma is a thermophilic fungus that thrives at temperatures between 26 and 28 degrees Celsius. It cannot develop normally below 18 degrees. How could this Purple Ganoderma be thriving in such frigid conditions?
After all this fuss, Zhang Yang's stomach began to rumble. "Since it's Ganoderma, it must be non-toxic. I'll eat it first." With that thought in mind, Zhang Yang grasped the stem of the Ganoderma and pulled it out.
The Purple Ganoderma had a mild flavor and a slightly tough texture; it was actually quite unpalatable. Zhang Yang quickly chewed a few bites and swallowed it.
At that moment, as he pulled out the Purple Ganoderma, white steam suddenly began to rise from the small hole left in the ground.
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